Shadows Speak Louder

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Whoa, this is a big one.  I have a lot of fears but to narrow it down to my “greatest fear” I would have to say being alone.  Maybe left alone too early when I was younger, with a mile-long list of things not to do, I began to fear it then.  Now It has become a fear of not having anyone to care for me, who will mourn me, or miss me in the slightest.  Since my diagnosis of fibromyalgia, depression and anxiety I have lost 3 people who I thought were good friends of mine.  A fourth has had very little time for me.  And a fifth just communicates when they need something.

Not all of them could be bad people, so it has to be me, right?  I have one beautiful daughter and a VERY BIG case of empty nest syndrome, so she is about all the family I have, and I wonder of my value in her life anymore.

A funeral no one would come to except maybe to laugh at my urn.  Might as well sweep me up with the kitty litter… see what being alone does to me.  Honestly, I know it is none of my business why people do or do not like me, it is not my business what is in their heads.  I do still have four friends I can count on so I am not alone.  It is just hard to not feel that way when I sit alone in a room with only my laptop writing when I can’t sleep.  Some nights the shadows speak louder than I do.

Written for Fandango’s Dog Days Of August (FDDA) #11 – your greatest fear

Eat It Up

There are times I wonder if I should have been born at a different time (I would have fit in with the hippies of the 60s I think) but in reality it is a different place where I should have been born.  Don’t get me wrong I love my hometown and have no desire to move.  But I think I should have been born Italian.  I love pasta!  Spaghetti, lasagna, mac and cheese, fettuccine, the list goes on and on.  I like tomato sauce, meat sauce, pesto, even a little beer cheese sauce.  I could eat pasta every meal and never get bored of it.  In fact it is time for dinner now… oh, how I wish massive amounts of carbs was actually good for you.

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For Fandango’s Dog Days Of August (FDDA) #10 – your favorite food

In My Neighborhood

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Near everything

Everyone friendly

In my heart

Grocery store near

Hospital close by

Bike friendly

Only fond memories

Really comfortable

Home of my childhood

Only blocks from the library

On the Memorial Day parade route

Definitely the best neighborhood

Written for Fandango’s Dog Days of August (FDDA) #9 – your neighborhood

turn around don’t drown

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the day I found you

was a dark spot

in my life

and you made me

feel wanted again

i can never repay

what you did for me

how you held me up

when I thought

i would surely drown

how you made me see

i could turn around

and start over again

i am forever

In your debt

for helping me

no longer be afraid

of the person

in the mirror

Written for Fandango’s Dog Days of August (FDDA) #7 – found

Sad News

This post came at the … wrong time?  Or maybe it is perfect timing.  All I know is this cat was a part of my life for a long time.  He is 13 years old and about 4 years ago he went to live with a family friend (at the time I was in an apartment that would only allow 3 cats… my ex had “custody” of the cat and when he died we had three cats then).  She has taken great care of him and tonight my daughter called me with the news that he is nearing the end of his life.  Through vet visits and time, he has been found to have kidney failure, a collapsed lung and most likely cancer (that caused the collapsed lung).  The poor guy!  Our friend is going to give him as much comfort as she can, but it won’t be for very long the vet said.

My daughter called him a demon cat… most likely because she played rough with him and he started to fight back.  He was still a good cat with me.  I remember that last year with him I had him “trained” to be a little toddler.  I would stand and pat my thighs and he would stretch up my legs like a toddler wanting to be picked up.  It was adorable!

I really wish our friend was closer.  I would love to pet him one more time.  But I know our friend will give him lots of love from us.  This is one of my favorite pictures of him that they have sent us.  He always did sleep in weird positions.  Rest well sweet boy!

For Fandango’s Dog Days of August (FDDA) #6 – pets

Living-It-Up Will

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Carolynn grabbed the mail out of the mailbox and closed it back up.  Flipping through what was there she saw a letter that caught her eye.  She went into her apartment and slipped off her shoes.  Threw all but the letter down on the table and sat on the couch to read it.

It was from her Grandma Sheryl and she usually just wrote on birthdays and holidays, this was a bit odd to receive it today.  She unfolded a letter and a piece of paper fell out.  Bending over she picked it up seeing it was a check for $5000.  She audibly gasped.  Instantly going back to the letter she read why.

I am sending you this check so you can enjoy my inheritance while I am still here and can see how happy it makes you.  I have discussed this with your father and you and your sister both will receive this check.  NO BILLS paid with it… only fun things – a vacation, some new furniture, a year of meals out, that new camera you have been wanting, video games.  I am sure you can find something fun to do with it.  I just ask in return that you share your joy with me!

Carolynn was shocked.  Just then her phone rang.  “Hello?  Yeah, I got mine today too.  I am just stunned.  It is a pretty cool idea though sis.”

Written for Fandango’s Dog Days of August (FDDA) #5 – inheritance

No Roommates Wanted

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Going through the motions

Saying I love you

A quick kiss here and there

Nothing else

No closeness

No intimacy

Nothing in common

Only short conversations

What happened to us

Did time just wander on

And we missed each hour

I do still care

But this is not love

I need more than a roommate

I need love

Written for Fandango’s Dog Days of August (FDDA) #4 – lost love

Monday To Remember

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I hate Monday

It takes you away

I have you such a short time

And then you’re back with her

You say you have to work late

You have a late meeting

You have an overnight stay out of town

I have learned the truth though

You work your nine to five

Then you go to her

If I am lucky I see you after dinner

Too tired to talk you go to bed

You shower before I can

Smell her perfume on you

I guess I should be glad

You are still here weekends

I haven’t lost you completely

Even though you get “work calls”

That taint the day with heartache


This Monday will be different

I will no longer share you

I won’t be toyed with anymore

This is your last Monday to split

This is the last of you

All it takes is one bullet

Written for Fandango’s Dog Days of August (FDDA) #3 – Monday

Mumbles … Blog

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I just recently got a notification that I hit my 7-year blogiversary here on WordPress.  Now that milestone is a little misleading as it didn’t become a “regular” posting blog until August of 2016 when I found the WP daily prompt.  So, it is more like a 4-year blogiversary.

But there was another milestone I passed recently and that is that my number of posts crossed the 2,000 point.  In fact, I am almost 100 past that point.  My goal of getting a view from Greenland has still not happened.  And my next goal to pass is the number of followers … I am in the 900’s now and look forward to that 1000 mark.

The blog is essential for me to “stay sane” as I often write out my feelings in one form or another.  But that is not to say it is all doom and gloom.  There are good days and I do fairly well with a little bit of fiction writing too.  By far though the best part of blogging has been meeting some great people and wonderful writers and photographers.  The blogging community is unlike any other.  We support each other and truly care.  I have made definite friends here.

My blog is a day behind, so I need to go read, read, read.  I thank each and every one of you who are reading for the first time to the 2,000th time.  My readers make this a lot more fun!  (((HUGS))) to you all!

Written for Fandango’s Dog Days of August #2 (FDDA) – blog


He stood at the bar, handsome and with an undeniable confidence that was intoxicating me from across the room.  I had to meet him even if I had no chance.  I had to say hello or forever regret my decision.

I stood up and took my drink walking towards the bar.  Soon we made eye contact.  I came to within a couple of steps away and I tripped over the bottom of someone’s coat that had slid off their seat.  I tripped right into his arms.  I guess you could say that was the day I fell for my husband.

(100 words)

Written for Fandango’s Dog Days of August #1 (FDDA)